Her smile was too bright
And she laughed too often.
She didn't cry enough
And she rarely ever spoke.
That's because she knew
If she opened her mouth,
She would do nothing but choke.
Her clothes were too nice
And her hair was done well.
Her grades were too good
And she never had a story to tell.
For she knew
If she let anything out,
Her mind would be filled with nothing but doubt.
She went to bed too late
And woke up too early.
She's starting to feel nothing but hate.
She's starting to wonder
If it's already too late...
~a.k.
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Polaroid Poems
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